The widow had, however, no idea of accepting the offer, but was too wise to give him a decided refusal, as she knew it would be attended with his preventing the crew of the cutter from frequenting her house, and, thereby, losing much custom.  Thus did she, at every return, receive him kindly and give him hopes, but nothing more.  Since the peace, as we before observed, the cutter had been ordered for the prevention of smuggling.

[Footnote 1:  Pleasure House.]

When and how Mr Vanslyperken had picked up his favourite Snarleyyow cannot be discovered, and must remain a secret.  The men said that the dog had appeared on the deck of the cutter in a supernatural way, and most of them looked upon him with as much awe as ill-will.

This is certain, that the cutter had been a little while before in a state of mutiny, and a forcible entry attempted at night into the lieutenant’s cabin.  It is therefore not unreasonable to suppose that Vanslyperken felt that a good watch-dog might be a very useful appendage to his establishment, and had procured one accordingly.  All the affection he ever showed to anything living was certainly concentrated on this one animal, and, next to his money, Snarleyyow had possession of his master’s heart.

Poor Smallbones, cast on the world without father or mother, had become starved before he was on board the cutter, and had been starved ever since.  As the reader will perceive, his allowance was mostly eaten up by the dog, and he was left to beg a precarious support from the good-will and charity of his shipmates, all of whom were equally disgusted with the commander’s cruelty and the ungainly temper of his brute companion.

Having entered into this retrospect for the benefit of the reader, we will now proceed.

Mr Vanslyperken walked the deck for nearly a quarter of an hour without speaking:  the men had finished their breakfasts, and were lounging about the deck, for there was nothing for them to do, except to look out for the return of the two boats which had been sent away the night before.  The lieutenant’s thoughts were, at one minute, upon Mrs Vandersloosh, thinking how he could persuade her, and, at another, upon Smallbones, thinking how he could render the punishment adequate, in his opinion, to the magnitude of the offence.  While discussing these two important matters, one of the men reported the boats ahead, and broke up the commander’s reverie.

“How far off?” demanded Mr Vanslyperken.

“About two miles.”

“Pulling or sailing?”

“Pulling, sir; we stand right for them.”

But Mr Vanslyperken was in no pleasant humour, and ordered the cutter to be hove-to.

“I tink de men have pull enough all night,” said Jansen, who had just been relieved at the wheel, to Obadiah Coble, who was standing by him on the forecastle.

“I think so too:  but there’ll be a breeze, depend upon it—­never mind, the devil will have his own all in good time.”